His wiry frame is like tanned leather from the sea and the salt. His stringy hair is knotted with beads, bones and bits of gold. His dark eyes seem unfocused, staring at nothing and everything at the same time. There is a hint of charcoal around his eyes. He walks with a limp, although it seems to change from one leg to the other, as does his twitching eye and shaking hand. It has been some time since his last bath and perhaps even longer since the last time he washed his clothes. His clothes are stained at battered, but they look like they might have been worth something at one time. He does seem to have a sense of flair and flamboyance, auch as that scarf wrapped so artfully around his neck.
He looks like a fop, someone too be taken lightly if taken at all. But perhaps that is exactly what he wants you to think...
Originating from parts unknown (or at least known only to few), Slythoander Twiggretty (otherwise known as Twiggy the Bold, at least in his own mind) is thin lanky elf who has never lets his dimunitive girth get in the way of defending his (dubious) reputation. He is a firm believer that it is better to be left for dead then left forgotten, and if you're going to tell a tall tale then it might as well be about yourself, eh laddie?
Despite his personal hygine, he has never lets such trivalties get between himself and a pretty lass.
His wiry frame is like tanned leather from the sea and the salt. His stringy hair is knotted with beads, bones and bits of gold. His dark eyes seem unfocused, staring at nothing and everything at the same time. There is a hint of charcoal around his eyes. He walks with a limp, although it seems to change from one leg to the other, as does his twitching eye and shaking hand. 
